Upon the stage of time, where thoughts take flight,
In sonnet’s form, my verse shall here unfold.
Fourteen lines, in iambic rhythm tight,
A dance of syllables, a poet’s mold.
Three quatrains and a concluding couplet,
In strict iambs, each foot beat with regular pace.
The theme, love, life, loss – all subjects put,
In nature’s beauty, human heart’s embrace.
The octave sets the scene, the problem shows,
Then sextet turns, a resolution hints.
Final couplet ties the threads, bestows
A truth, as stars in heaven, tranquil prints.
So here I pen, beneath the azure sky,
A sonnet’s song, where earth and heavens lie.
Text model: granite3.2
Image model: Ultrium
Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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